O, Wad that my time were owre but,
  Wi’ this wintry sleet and snaw,
That I might see our house again,
  I’ the bonnie birken shaw!
For this is no my ain life,
  And I peak and pine away
Wi’ the thochts o’ hame and the young flowers,
  In the glad green month of May.

I used to wauk in the morning
  Wi’ the loud sang o’...